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What Are You Reading in December?

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What is on your reading list, as the days become darker and shorter? Do your habits change as the weather turns cold? I’ve been way too busy this month to do much reading, and I’m not going to be able to slow down between now and the new year.

Since 1st December, I’ve finished:

  • Labor and Freedom by Eugene V. Debs
Eugene V. Debs, 1897

Eugene V. Debs, 1897

I’m currently reading:

  •  e. e. cummings: A Life by Susan Cheever
  • Anarchism and Other Essays by Emma Goldman
  • Beautiful Boredom: Idleness and Feminine Self-Realization in the Victorian Novel by Lee Anna Maynard

Which book on your list do you most look forward to reading, and why?

Please share with me in the comments!

Emily Dickinson on Poetry

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“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”-Emily Dickinson 

A couple of Emily Dickinson books

A couple of Emily Dickinson books

Your poetry certainly passes this test, dearest Emily! Happy birthday.

Albert Camus on the Watcher and the Watched

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“An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. ‘Can they be brought together?’ This is a practical question. We must get down to it. ‘I despise intelligence’ really means: ‘I cannot bear my doubts.'”-Albert Camus